There's a message in my inbox
from a pretty little thing
you know the type blonde hair, tight ***
and words that drip with sin

I'm betting she's a live one
a goer, a screamer, a ride
I bet she'd let me tip her up
and venture deep inside

I reckon I could have her
in positions one and all
while screaming out "yeah baby"
"take it sugar, take it all!"

You'd here our skin a'slapping
as our bodies slam with vigour
as she pushes back against my nuts
I'm feeling like a winner

I'll think of her days later
though not quite as you'd think
she'll come to mind when I apply
the "clap" cream to my ****.

So the moral of this story
this tale of itching woe
is that fun can soon backfire
when you dip your wick in **'